Ink P.o.V
The night had fallen and it was quiet, a few lights from fireflies in the distance. The fluttering of bugs and creatures during nightfall, nothing suspicious or odd of any sort. I haven't actually seen predators through the forest so that gave me a little break to undo my bag and finally have something to eat and drink. The canteen was heavy but I managed to bring it around with me, I took it out of the khaki bag then placed it onto the floor. I had just noticed the temperature change from yesterday to tonight. It was warmer than the first day so I couldn't hope nobody would die from hypothermia.
I slid off my jacket, warm and put it away while eating a little amount of the dry fruits, chicken and vegetables. This will suffice for now on top of the little amount of water I drank. Even though I didn't eat for two days, it went so quickly that my body didn't even have to ask for nutriments. The adrenaline fed me like a buffet for three. That's when I came to notice, I
needed to clean myself and my clothes. I stink of dried sweat, grass and wildlife but this is good to avoid predators so I didn't execute the plan I had just conceived to wash myself.
I climbed a tree again, thinking it would be good cover for the night, then put my bag on the nearest branch. I wrapped myself in the blanket and thought of home. My mind flashed on Pastel, the thought of him made my cheeks feel all warm and fuzzy, it was refreshing. Anyways, this was a year or two ago when we had nothing to lose, we would go out past curfew and stay in each other's bedrooms until morning, we'd sing songs, draw, knit, anything best friends would do. This specific humming pattern stayed in my head as I began to sing it again, hoping he would hear it somehow. Worst case, I'll just rehearse this soothing melody tomorrow. My last memory was tears as the noise became quieter.
I was brutally awoken by panting, heavy breathing below me. I scanned down and saw Reaper running! I didn't think he would've survived this long. He didn't seem to be bleeding anymore.
I debated on following him but I did despite myself telling me not to. He was probably being chased around by someone and me camping here wasn't the best of ideas. I swiftly jumped through the trees, being careful not to fall or make too much noise as I heard his followers, the careers. I began getting tired, carrying all of my equipment on my back but I progressed. After five minutes, I think that they were willing to let him go so they returned back to camp which seemed pretty far.
'Why don't you go raid their camp?'
I thought to myself, I would be faster than them but it wasn't a risk I was willing to take for more weapons and food. For now, I think I'd go find Reaper, the solo bird.
I flatted face first onto the floor, not too hard from how high I was from the ground. When I looked upwards, the two that held guard while I stole the provisions were right in front of me. "Not so agile of you Ink~"
Julia said. Fuck, I just thought about how I didn't want another encounter with the stupid career tributes. I began sprinting the other way from them as they initiated their scuttling towards me, doing anything in their power to stop me. It was so dark, I was simply throwing myself into the unknown. I noticed an odd blank in front of me and stopped, letting Julia fall down the cliff. She screamed while her body collided with the ground roughly, the blood exploding out of her as the cannon made its regular death noise.
Her teammate, Fall, backed away.
"I suggest you leave if you don't wanna end up like this."
"We WILL kill you Ink. Watch your back and don't mess with us."
He said as he disappeared into the darkness.
Reaper P.o.V
Last thing I remembered was the careers pursuing me before something else caught their attention, a bigger threat that they needed to eliminate. My mind fixed on Ink as I began
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HG X UNDERTALE AU ~ THE GAMES [OLD FANFIC]
FanfictionBeing a lonely member of District 7, Ink doesn't know his life is about to change. That day, the tributes for the prestigious Hunger Games will be picked and it'll change him forever. OLD WARNING. I wrote this story two years ago and decided to publ...